coconuts (figurehead at least - or best)

and there she was

unadorned in the sunlight

on a ship

of golden linens

the headboard mast

and the flag she flew

was a haven

that surmounted my

most lofty

desire

she was a gilded

goddess

laying there bare

on the starboard deck

safe from a

sea

of my dirty laundry

and waiting

for the shipwreck

either marooned

together

on some distant island

the two of us can

share

forever

or

the shipwreck

itself

of our love

a horrid violent

collision

of the raging storms

and the splintered mess

it can leave

in it’s wake

and i knew for sure

what she couldn’t see

that

it would be both

a shipwreck

and an island

and

a lifetime supply

of the same

old

fish

and

coconuts